You speak of beginning the education of your son. The moment he was able to form an idea his education was already begun. . . .

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?

The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life.